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loading zone, I’ve got a
donation.” Sledge didn’t wait for a reply, just powered his phone
down and tossed it in the seat beside him. “As soon as we drop the
truck off, we gotta get back to the clubhouse. This may not be the
only excitement we get tonight.”
    “I just got off the phone with Digs. Said the
girls were still in the safe room, snug and tight. The boys are
cleaning up just in case the boys in blue decide to pay a visit.
Damn good thing we have an extra window on hand to replace the
damage. I knew we’d need it after the last little incident. ”
    “They better shut this shit down now so we
ain’t gotta deal with it anymore. I’m getting too fuckin’ old to be
out this fuckin’ late shooting. I’m gonna need a damn laser scope
before too long,” Hammer grumbled. He could bitch and moan all he
wanted, but they all knew he got off on it. If not for Zeus sitting
beside him, he’d have climbed up on the roof and opened fired.
Casualties weren’t something he was savvy on during the heat of the
moment. Like his name insinuated, he swung the hammer and cleaned
up the damage later.
    As they made their clean getaway with the
cops well behind in their wake, the guys pulled in to Rhode’s
garage and cut off the engine, opting to take one of his many rides
to check back in at the club.

Chapter Four
     
     
    It was close to daybreak when they’d reached
the ratty ass motel at the edge of a dusty, nasty little shithole
of a town. If their Intel was right, Dominic Reyes was holed up in
a rundown house about five blocks away. The noise and chaos of town
gave them cover to scout the joint out before they went in guns
blazing and balls to the wall. They had to scope out the comings
and goings before they could come up with an ambush. If that meant
sleeping in a hot, ratty, dirty hotel, so be it. However long it
took to save those girls and take the slime ball sons of bitches
out, it was well worth it.
    “Slider, you, Rig, Bull, and Axle unload.
Abi, I need you and the girls to get things unpacked and set up.
Get cameras setup at all of the entry points. I want eyes in all
directions.” Tonto handed out the instructions by qualification.
Rig, Bull, and Axle were Savages from the California Nomad chapter
that had moved down temporarily to help take down the Diablos. All
three were some of the meanest motherfuckers with the worst
reputations on the west coast, and an asset to the team. They would
be on recon because of their experience and lack of morals. Most of
the ranks had been tossed out the window aside from the Presidents
calling the shots to avoid any pissing matches. If someone said do
something, they did.
    “I’ve got the hardware on the outside.” Yo
Neg grabbed a big black case out of his saddlebag and walked toward
the front of the hotel. One good thing about Mexico was even if
they were seen, no one was stupid enough to question or go sticking
their nose where it didn’t belong. Most everything that happened in
this area was far from legal and the natives were smart enough to
mind their own business if they valued their life.
    “Good. Everyone else scout out the area.”
Tonto grabbed a gym bag out of his bike and tossed it to Abi.
“Brought these for you. Get the girls geared up.” She caught it,
smiling at the weight of it. With a nod she slung it over her
shoulder and walked inside.
    Heaven, Shady, and Sahara were already
removing the few laptops brought and equipment out of the cases.
They’d laid everything out on the desks and started connecting the
cameras wirelessly for Yo Neg to do his thing. Yo Neg could put
cameras up his grandma’s dress and she’d never know it was there.
He had talent when it came to anything technical, and this trip
would put his mad skills to use.
    “Heaven, I need you for a sec,” Shark said
from the doorway. Her little head snapped up, unsure why the hell
he’d chosen her out of the group but didn’t want to argue. Shark
was another one that